понедельник, 24 января 2011
Жалобка, звук, видео, слова.Вот кто бы знал, как меня сейчас жутко колбасит.(
Просто спасу нет.
Чуть-чуть спасаюсь King Crimson.
Люблю их жутко, и в спокойные минуты часто вспоминаю про себя свою любимую I Talk To The Wind.
Но сейчас слушаю две другие.
Смотрю на King Crimson.
Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes
But my eyes turned within
Only see
Starless and bible black
Ice blue silver sky
Fades into grey
To a grey hope that oh years to be
Starless and bible black
Old friend charity
Cruel twisted smile
And the smile signals emptiness
For me
Starless and bible black
Слушаю King Crimson.
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Well I argued with the judge,
But that bastard wouldn't budge
Cos' they caught me licking fudge
And they never told me once you were a minor
Easy money
With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders
We would take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty
Easy money
Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers
Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star
Хотя, пусть I Talk To The Wind тоже будет
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion
Disillusion
All around me.
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.
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24.01.2011 в 23:30Рота, отбооой!
Спать ложись, и запрети себе треволнения.
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24.01.2011 в 23:32Ничто мне не помогает сейчас хЪ
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24.01.2011 в 23:45Выясни, разберись и успокойся.
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25.01.2011 в 01:04